I never thought it matter, never thought it mattered so much to me exactly where I put my feet. I was wrong. I drink a strong cup of coffee. A long time ago, I had a home. A corner where I could be alone. So goodbye my solid ground. I'm an engine, I won't break down. A lonely chord without a song, searching for an orchestration where I belong. Where will I hang up my raincoat when this day is over? Like a leaf without a tree, nothing to cover over me. I'm like a character from a story, I don't exist. I owe a lot to these kids who are (like) family. They've helped me out with their endless generosity